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After embarking on a risky raid of the Runorata Family Hideout, Nike managed to successfully steal and escape with the information that would earn him and Fury a fortune. It had been a week since then, with Nike spending a majority of the interim off the grid to avoid being discovered by the Mob before he could enact the second phase of his plan. Fortunately, Fury had managed to keep his end of their bargain, and successfully secured a meeting with foreign business men from South America. The meeting was scheduled to occur later that night, with Nike and Fury heading up the negotiations in an attempt to establish their hold over Manhattan’s Underground Drug Operations.
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“Oi, I thought you said they’d be here by now.”
“Relax, they’ll be here. The Santa Cruz Cartel hasn’t arrived yet either – we’ve still got time.”
“Yeah, yeah. You sure they’re capable enough for the job?”
“They’re more than capable. I’ve worked with them both on other jobs before. We’ll be fine, even with just the two of them.”
“Heh, if you say so.”
“Relax, we’ve already outrun death twice before, right? This finna’ be a breeze.”
“Ah, no Death Flags.”
Fury was visibly anxious about the meeting and what was at stake, but Nike managed to assuage his concerns by assuring the strength of his comrades. The two of them currently stood in the middle of New York’s Harbor, waiting on location at a currently abandoned construction site where a new skyscraper was in the process of being built. The meet and greet would take place outside, on the ground floor, while the business meeting itself would take place upstairs on the sixth floor of the building.
They were currently waiting for Nike’s two compadres to arrive on scene before the Cartel showed up. With this being their first public appearance in the last week, Nike felt it best to beef up their security detail to better protect against a possible ambush by the Runorata Family. This led him to enlist the help of two of his fellow Fang-compatriots, whose skills he had the utmost confidence in.
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Last Edit: Jun 19, 2018 20:44:50 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Alien had only recently escaped with his life from the Lucas Family Manner. He hated them and Ranger loathed them with every inch of his being, but not as much as he hated the Fang organization. Even now as a member standing in the Fang ranks he still hated them from the hostage they dangled over his head, his own child was his weakness. Not even Alien could make Ranger act in a chance to kill the Fang family, they had him completely tamed, thus they had Alien under control too. This wasn’t what Alien was expected his rise to the top would be like, a learning experience indeed. He struggled learning the system of of villainy and just how things worked. He learned that creating relationships were a must and that he could not just kill every person that disagreed with him, maybe it was Ranger making him soft. Although Alien had a natural instinct to adapt and survive.
Survive at all cost, he was the closest to the female hero when she exploded about a month ago, if it wasn't for the Fang he would be dead. He spent most of his time recovering from the blast, only on occasion would he go out to eat. Many of the Fang members would come to visit him in his chambers, most there to actually talk to Ranger and some came to help Alien expand his knowledge. He shared with them how to create his sentient like technology and they showed him ways to improve upon it. He took valuable notes, he would be sure to add it to his own work in the future.
At some point an individual he was unfamiliar with would come to visit him. The man name was Nike. He was irritating and taunted Alien for his injuries, although they met a common ground where respect could be made. The man actually praised Alien for his skill, but Alien did not return the words. He had never met this man, thus he would be lying to say the same. Being a new member to the fang, the individual wanted Alien to accompany him on a mission acting as a bodyguard. Not many details were given, but Alien thought this would be a good way to build relationships and spread his name throughout the family. Showing that he was capable of getting the job done would surely boost his ranks.
When the day came, Alien would arrive on site, dressed in his C1-Raven, although he had yet to used the information gained from the Fang to improve his costume. “So, are we ready to move and just who am I babysitting? “ His voice was distorted, intertwined with multiple pitches. He and rangers voice both being present when he spoke. Definitely a man of many faces.
Under the glorious shimmer of autumn's moonlight, roared the thunderous rumble of mortar and piston. The ferocity by which it reverberated, a distant echo that mercilessly chocked the port district; robbing it of a moment's peace. Ripping through the tranquil streets, in which the atypically harsh winds had unreservedly abused its denizens with its impending winter's chill, was a lonesome Harley Davidson 48. A matte black beast of raw power that purred unsympathetically whenever throttled to submission. Gripping to the handlebars's the statuesque rider shifted his weight & pushed back, cue the wheelie as he rode several hundred meters down Arlington drive, before returning to normality. It is on nights like this that entranced the dreamers of the never sleeping city. Yet, it was men such as the rider of the motorbike who'd ultimately own & revel in it.
Donned in an all black, the rider was representative of an idea. One that while on the right side of history, had been marked to the wrong side of the law. It was association to such lawlessness that fueled his cause and allowed his safe passage at this malicious hour. M'sondaa had risen alarmingly within his faction. From mere acolyte to an emissary, trusted with bearing the infamous fanged insignia on his gear. There'd been a slight jump in responsibilities but none to0 intrusive or demanding to rob him of his cavalier spirit. As it were the architect of chaos was en route to some rendezvous point down 155th. Success and Fang were mutually inclusive and this was to be a meeting of the minds with fellow 'junior' members. On this very night a series of events was to transpire that would forever shape New York's underworld history. Thus, as he rolled into the predetermined section of the dock, he made it a point to screech his motorcycle to a halt. Looking over to his comrades, he would nod and nonchalantly alight, their response and time of little importance to him.
After a few minutes, Nike and Fury could hear the footsteps of a lone man approaching from the street, moving towards their section of the Harbor. As he stepped out from under the cover of the buildings shadow, his identity was revealed.
“So, are we ready to move and just who am I babysitting?”
“Yo ~ It’s about time you showed up, Alien. Don’t worry, I’ll watch after this clown so you won’t have to.”
“Uwahh – “
“Pft, what’s that look for bro? Don’t be so afraid.”
Although Fury regularly associated with some of the shadiest denizens of the Underworld, he was visibly shaken up by the appearance of Alien. The man was an anomaly, something completely foreign to Fury; until that moment, he’d been convinced that Aliens were something that existed purely within science-fiction. For that reason, Nike couldn’t help but to tease and make fun of his reaction.
“Careful. If you piss him off, he just might probe you for dinner.”
“S-seriously?”
“Pftt, Haha.”
“A-alien, right? Don’t listen to this jack-off, he’s just instigating. I don’t mean any disrespect – it’s nice to meet you. Nike tells me that you’re a skilled fighter, and a promising new addition to Fang. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Nike stifled his laughter at the sight of Fury buttering up to Alien and proceeded to make fun of him for it, until the sound of a motorcycle engine permeated their surroundings. The three of them went silent as a second figure approached them from out on the street.
“Hey, M’sondaa. Glad you could make it. Now that we’re all here, we can explain the details of the plan.”
With the whole crew gathered together, Nike took on a more serious tone and proceeded to lay out the instructions that would lead to the success of their mission. He briefly introduced M’sondaa and Fury before proceeding with his explanation.
“I asked both of you to come here today as bodyguards, but in reality, I’ll be the one protecting this muggle.”
“Dick.”
“We’re expecting some interference from the Mafia that may jeopardize the meeting we set up. Don Runorata’s got a beef with me and Fury, and certain developments lead me to believe they’ll choose tonight to exact their retribution. While we’re inside negotiating with the cartel, I’ll need you two to keep watch around the building and alert me when they arrive. Here, take these communicators.”
Nike reached out to each of them and handed them small, hands-free communication devices which the three could use to stay in contact with each other.
“When they arrive, we’ll take this opportunity to wipe the Mafia out of New York and take over their territories; just make sure not to kill anyone from the Cartel."
Nike smirked at Fury's words.
“And as a reward for your services, you’ll each get a slice of New York, whichever of the boroughs you desire. The money, the influence, and the Underground connections, they’ll be yours to use however you see fit. So, what do you think? Do we have an accord?”
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Last Edit: Jun 23, 2018 10:31:41 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Alien wasn’t usually late, but he was truly deep in his studies. As a collection of mind and being a self proclaimed superior being, he prided himself with knowledge. It was out of his character to stop his quest for ever growing knowledge so that one day he could be the ruler of this globe of dirt. His personality and description was definitely otherworldly and often at first glance one would be frozen by his malice. He had an extreme hate for the quirkless, he already felt that every person that wasn’t him was no more than an insect, but those not even blessed with adaptive genetics were beyond his comprehension.
“Clown?” Alien replied, looking in the direction of Fury. A small chuckle escaped his lips, Nike was a funny individual, but alien could see he was actually serious this time...to a degree. Nike proceeded to taunt Fury, encouraging him not to be afraid or he risked being probed. “I wouldn't want to sully my diet with the likes sub-humans. You insects are already an ever growing infestation, but he is a disgusting rarity. Although please excuse my disdain for your kind, I purely find your existence meaningless.” He turned his shoulder away from Fury, It was obvious he clearly just disliked Muggles.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing! Show the guy respect Alien! Even if you think he smells bad, just kiss his ass for minute and get over it!” Ranger voiced his concern in his subconscious. “Actually i'll drive from here! You have no people skills you freak!” A slight shift would be noticed as Alien’s body pulsated, the air around him slightly shifting, and the malice air seemingly vanish. “I'm sorry Mr.Fury, you see we are a collective and I can say the other half of me is the negative. I may look unfamiliar, but it’s me Ranger! This guy is my host right now, oddly enough we are so compatible I can't seem to separate from him. It’s a pleasure to meet you, just ignore any negative comments from this guy...well us.”
The voice still being distorted but Ranger could be heard more clearly between the collective. He laughed nervously, hopping he did not anger Fury. Lucky a familiar face would show up to break the tension that may have built. Nike’s open personality was great, greeting M’sondaa with perfect timing.
Nike than explained the plan and it was definitely beneficial to both parties, Alien even fond interest. Taking the wheel once more he addressed Fury. “ Well then, you must be a man of status, it seems I've misjudged you. I’ll play this game for now, It seems I lack the ability to play well with others, but this may be a learning experience even for me.” Alien took hold of the communicator gladly. “C-1 copy this frequency into the suit if you are able. I would like for it to effectively work through the helm, install it to the suit if you must.” With haste the suit responded, a red mist of blood gently flowing off his person. "X-1 he configuration you have asked for is complete." The suit was well far ahead of most technology. It showed not just Alien's power, but that he was a great inventor to a degree.
The moon's luminescent rays vanished behind a solitary cloud. With its encroaching shadow cast over the sleepless waterfront. Kisooma's son had mused upon the gradual replacement of glimmering hope with endless darkness with fascination. For such was the secrecy and maliciousness that was to transpire at the locale. It was now fifty past midnight and with his arrival, the round table had gathered. The first to meet M'sondaa was Nike. A man he hadn't extensively associated with much less seen since their unorthodox recruitment. There was a difference to him. His frame had grown noticeably skinnier almost malnourished. A perpendicular gash of a facial scar where non existent. Though, the later did match his characteristic feral eyes and striking expression. The African was expecting his compatriots to bemoan his lateness. Thus, he couldn't but respond in an overzealous head nod to Nike's warm welcome. Yet, in doing so his eyes widen as his line of sight befell on the figure who towered three paces behind. To his wonder, the silhouette was none different other than the Slime. A tall, androgynous creature of slender frame and samurai inspired appearance.
There was a calmness to his demeanor. Adding to the mixed ranged of emotions M'sondaa wax experiencing. Of all the peculiar beasts which roamed the earth the grey-scale goblin before him was without doubt the rarest, fascinating and intimating. There was nothing he'd liked than to question him on his origins but the most he could muster was a simple hello. Outside his Fang team mates he cared little for the rest and hoped his hello would suffice. Once everyone was settled their mastermind Nike would chair their council. One door closes and another opens, none more apparent than the nature of this meeting. The brim hat bandit had been embroiled in bloody dealings with gangster in recent weeks. No sooner had Nike posed his question than did he take stage "This is great news. I've been overseeing Chinatown's gangsters. Consolidating their districts into the fold. I'd managed Yuelang and Miyamoto. The last group is Madam Woo and the triads. She has powerful ties with Mafia families. If we nip the bud of external support this makes it easier to concentrate on crushing them internally. It's going to be tough and we'll have to go an unprecedented killing spree. However, if this succeeds I can secure an audience with THAT man" The harbinger of Kisoomi paused, allowing the gravity of the implication to set itself in "Let's go paint the town red"
“N-no worries, we straight. We may not know each other well right now, but knowing Nike, we’ll probably be doing more jobs together in the future.”
Fury responded to Alien as cordially as he could. He was still a bit un-settled, but he’d work to get over it. They may have not have had the best first impression of each other, but Fury had a feeling that would change over time. In fact, he was confident that this job would be the catalyst that would lead to a very lucrative partnership between the men present.
At that moment, M’sondaa spoke up, and began to detail some of his more recent endeavors on the Lower East Side.
“Huh, I’d been hearing rumors that someone threw down the gauntlet in Chinatown and made moves against the Yakuza – you’re saying that was you?”
Fury posed a question to M’sondaa in response to the man’s claim. Due to his numerous underworld connections, information naturally found its way to Fury from one angle or another. He’d been hearing stories of this man’s escapades since he and Nike had their first run-in with the Runorata’s. At the time, he’d neglected the importance of these events as trivial and unrelated; however, now that he could put a face to the rumors, Fury felt reassured in having M’sondaa as a partner on this particular job. After all, he had all the experience he would need in order to help eliminate the Mafia.
“Didn’t I tell you? I picked the right guys for the job.”
“You right.”
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After a few minutes of talking, Nike handed off the last communicator to M’sondaa. The plan was set-up, everyone had their jobs, and the four of them were ready to get to work. It was at that moment that Nike could hear the echo of approaching engines and tires turnings onto gravel. Nike turned in the direction of the noise to witness a troop of cars and trucks entering the empty lot and parking in a circle around him and his Fang compatriots.
*Heh, it’s about time.*
Nike thought to himself, while shielding his eyes from the vibrant Suburban headlights. As the cars pulled into position, the drivers stopped, turned their engines off, and exited their vehicles. Fury had turned his attention towards the men and took a single step forward in order to be the first person that they would interact with. He was composed and stood with a serious demeanor, which was a stark contrast to the angst he previously felt towards Alien. One could tell just by looking that he was in the zone. This was his area of expertise, and although he stood silent, his body language instructed the remaining three to stand back and let him do the talking.
“Gentlemen. Fury, I presume?”
The first man to speak was none other than Alejandro Sosa, the leader of the Santa Cruz Cartel. He began by curtly addressing the entire group, and then focusing on Fury as the man who orchestrated this entire meeting. Nike and the others would briefly acknowledge his greeting before Fury spoke:
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Mr. Sosa. I’d like to thank you, first and foremost, for making the long trip to New York.”
“Yes, well, I figured that now was as ideal a time as any to return to the city. It’s been far too long.”
“Oh? You’ve been here before?”
“I have, just once – and I’ve wanted to ‘invest’ in it ever since. There’s a lot of potential in this city, along opportunities to expand my business into the neighboring states.”
“Then, I’m sure you’ll be interested in what I have to say. I gave you a summary of our plans over the phone, but there are more details that I’d love to share.”
“Oh? In that case, I look forward to more favorable news. Now then, let’s get this meeting under way, shall we?”
“Of course. By the way, this is my business partner, Nike, the one that I told you about. Would it be ok if he joined us inside?”
“Ah, that’s fine with me, but what about your other two friends?”
Sosa signaled towards Alien and M’sondaa, inquiring as to their purpose for attending.
“This is Alien, and M’sondaa, two valued allies of ours. They’re here tonight as our “escorts,” and to make sure that no one gets in the way of this meeting while we’re inside.”
“Is that so.”
Sosa looks on doubtfully, as if unsure of the men’s skills.
“Yes, and I can attest to their strength as two of the most powerful villains I know.”
Of course, this was a lie. Fury wasn’t familiar enough with either of the men to know whether or not they were strong – he only had Nike’s word to go off of. Nevertheless, Fury was an excellent salesman and a professional liar, so his words were often interpreted as truths. It was a skill that would help immensely in their negotiations.
“Very well. Then they’ll remain out here along with my men.”
“But of course.”
And with that, Fury turned and walked toward the building that they were gathered outside of. Sosa followed after, accompanied by three of his personal guards and business associates; meanwhile, the remainder of his goons were instructed to wait outside. As they stepped away, Fury motioned for Nike to follow after him.
Just before leaving, Nike would briefly address his two comrades.
“Do just as we planned. Look out for the Runorata’s and protect as many of the Cartel’s soldiers as you can. They may be well trained, but they’re oblivious to the immediate threat of the Mafia. This puts more pressure on you two to react accordingly when the time comes. Just make sure to signal me before taking any independent action, this way I can prepare the others while I’m inside.”
After speaking his piece, Nike turned and left his group, confident that they would execute their instructions with staunch precision. Nike then moved to catch up to Fury as the latter advanced upstairs into the building.
The meeting was to be held on the fourth floor of the building, in an office that was prepared specifically for this occasion. It was an ideal setting, to be able to finish the meeting without their conversations being drowned out by the noise of the ocean, or being distracted by the presence of cars passing by.
Just before they arrived at the office room, Fury held Nike back and addressed him in a hushed whisper when he knew that none of the other men were paying attention:
“Hey, are you sure it was okay for us not to say anything?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Alien and M’sondaa; we brought them here without telling them that we purposely lured the Runorata’s out.”
*flashback to one week prior*
Nike had just executed a successful raid on the Runorata family hide-out, and made off with the Don’s Jewels as well some important information that was stored on his computer. Using his in-depth knowledge and understanding of technology, Nike was able to create a back door into the Don’s computer during his theft. Over the course of the past week, Nike had been feeding them small bits of information and leads in order to efficiently lure the Mafia out to the Harbor on this day, at this exact time.
In summation – he plotted for the Mafia to interrupt this meeting. He hoped to create a 2 v 1 group battle between Fang, the Cartel, and the Mafia. His goal was to use the Cartel to help eradicate the Runorata’s, while earning their trust by protecting their men during the raid. This was doubly advantageous for him and his cohorts when one considered that the Mafia was Fury’s main source of competition in the drug game. Once they were out of the way, there was nothing to stop Nike’s consolidation of power within the Boroughs.
“Its fine, I told them everything they needed to know. They agreed to fight the Mafia if they showed up – what’s the point in telling them that we were the ones who lured them out?”
“Well, if you say so.”
“Ha, I’m sure they’ll thank me when this whole thing is over.”
With all the preparations met, the unit set off to accomplish their new found interest. Alien detested the idea of being some form of security guard, but he had little to know choice. Completing this mission would grant his status that he needed without a doubt. He would be able to finally build a home of operations for his covenant. A fortress of solitude to bare his young. They found themselves standing before the man of the hour, Sosa. Alien had no idea who these people are, but apparently everyone else respected them.
Even insects can be held to a higher status, it was impressive to see how these gentlemen had created a world Alien was so unfamiliar with. He definitely need these mob ties, they would benefit him gratefully down the line. It would make getting information allot easier than the process he currently had to go through. Even if he hated what he was doing, for now he would play along. He acknowledge the man greeting and returned it.
Nike Signaled them to move into position, Alien didn't care much for his placement and rather work off where M’sondaa wanted to go. Alien was unfamiliar with the area and the guy seemed to have been here before so asking for a set up wouldn't be degrading to Alien’s Character.
“M’sondaa If you were to infiltrate this place, how would you do it?” He disguised his ignorance with a question of preference.
M'sondaa stood transfixed on a makeshift seat of mangled concrete in a dimlit room. The space around him was dull grey and worn out from ill maintenance and torture from harsh sun rays. The brown, cracked, wall to wall panes to the front, its only contact to the outside world, allowing draught to blow through unsettling dust from the faded shattered interior. In spite of the ghastly conditions, the African was unperturbed and watched silently at the empty, newly, tiled path leading to the port's section. Time had lumbered as did his thoughts albeit his was more an adoption of precise focus. The arrival of Nike's mobster associates had been eight minutes after their debriefing. Kisooma's harbinger was quick to notice the red rose pins which all their personnel sported. An important identifier which he marked down as their leader, a relatively average man approached. Shortly thereafter Nike withdrew, leaving Alien and himself in the midst of gangsters. At which M'sondaa had immediately scanned their location. To the east about fifteen meters off, the four story building was a run down diner perhaps bakery. The west was a waterfront and to the north was mainly occupied with layers of containers. Judging from their rust he surmised this didn't get that much traffic outside the one road.
It was in his inspection that Alien had inquired on his expertise. The architect of chaos had paused. Uncertain if this was an assessment of his character or question set on determining militaristic expertise. "Outside their assassin squads, mobsters love a spectacles. Its the fastest method to gain reputation after-all. There is also the blinding faith in the strength of their numbers. If they attack its often an overwhelming straightforward display of might. As I see it we need to split into three groups. Group one will cover the containers over there. Its dark and has tight spaces and is best handled with members with semi automatic machine guns. With my quirk I can position levitate the members above and have them focus on shooting wantonly below. Group two will lie in wait in the cafeteria and cut the mafia escape & the final team is the vanguard. They take the rest on." M'sondaa would announce at the top his lungs and commence walking past Alien. Once the two were facing opposite directions, he coldly murmured one final revelation. "Nothing can survive long without its head. If it was me, I'd already be among Sosa's personal escort. Better yet have my appearance changed into Sosa. I'd lie in wait until I was sure of all the individuals involved this. After which I'd slaughter the leaders and leave by sea." Duma turned his head for one final proclamation. "I'll be in group two" An hour now had elapsed since. Suddenly, M'sondaa reached for his earpiece "The're here"
Nike and Fury had concluded their brief conversation and entered the meeting room after the Sosa and his personnel. Each of their respective groups took a seat at opposite sides of a long table that Nike had previously set up.
“I’m ready to hear the details of your plan, Fury.”
Sosa spoke and requested that Fury speak and reveal what he had in mind.
“Mr. Sosa, in all our conversations up until now, I’ve only requested your assistance in supplying me with enough contraband to consolidate the island of Manhattan – however, my plans don’t end there.”
“Oh? Explain.”
“Me and my associate – “
Fury indicated towards Nike.
“ – plan to advance our operation throughout all of the five boroughs, and eventually throughout the state of New York itself.”
“Hoho, that’s quite the ambition. But how exactly do you plan on securing those territories? It was my understanding that the extent of your influence was limited to Manhattan.”
“That was true, up until now that is.”
Sosa seemed perturbed at Fury’s statement.
“My group has made moves to covertly investigate the drug operations that currently have a hold on the other boroughs. I’ve secured this information from multiple reliable sources and my various underworld connections. We believe that, with your help, not only will we be able to secure higher quality goods from you, Mr. Sosa, and at a wholesale price that’s cheaper than our competition.”
“That’s quite a leap you’ve made there, Fury. What makes you think that I would allow you to skimp me on payments?”
“It’s because I will secure a route for you to deliver to me every month without any trouble from border patrol. I have some connections within the police department, among other government offices. Once we’ve fully consolidated power within the island, we can have a transatlantic liner sent to you once a month for you to safely import directly to us here in New York. It will eliminate any of the danger your men might face in crossing the border.”
Of course this level of influence was still out of Fury's hands. It was a bit of a bluff on his part to help negotiations proceed smoothly. However, once he and Nike successfully seized control of the Mob's assets, such things would this would become possible.
“Hoh ~ that’s quite impressive, but it’s all hypothetical, isn’t it? Your plan appears to be based on the premise that you’ll be able to secure these areas by yourselves. From what I can tell, your operation is still in its adolescence; what makes you think that you can expand so aggressively without facing any retaliation.”
“Ah, well, call it a gut feeling, but I don’t think there’s a gang out there that can threaten our position.”
Fury smirked, and was beginning to grow increasingly arrogant in the face of a powerful drug lord.
“Watch yourself, Fury. I admit, I like you, but your hubris just may be your undoing. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that I’m your friend in this meeting.”
“Ah, I’m well aware Mr. Sosa, and I apologize for my presumptuous attitude. However, my associate Nike, and his two comrades outside are connected to the Fang Organization, a well-known criminal conglomerate within New York. Even with just the three of them, I’m sure they could stand up to an army. I can win over our competition with my oh-so charming personality, while these men’s growing influence in this town should allow us to act with impunity. Should anyone make moves against us, they’ll be swiftly eliminated by our force.”
“You hold your colleagues in high esteem, Fury. That’s admirable of you, but I can’t make a deal with you based on these presumptions.”
“It’s true; I do hold them in high-esteem – just as I do you, Mr. Sosa.”
At that, Nike pushed his chair out, stood up, and moved over towards a large safe that rested in his corner of the room. Sosa’s guards visibly tensed up, apprehensive at Nike’s sudden movement – one could tell that they were ready to strike, should he show any signs of aggression, however Sosa ordered them to back down. Nike calmly turned the dial on the safe, fully aware that their negotiations were proceeding in an expected direction. After a few more seconds of silence, Nike opened the door of the safe to reveal its contents – it was loaded with stacks of money, bars of Gold, and heaps of Diamonds, among other expensive jewels.
A majority of these items were procured from the Runorata Family Hideout, when Nike raided their stronghold and robbed Don Bartolo of his most precious belongings. However, the Cartel was blissfully unaware of this. This amount of money served to instill a feeling of confidence within Sosa.
*‘The fact that they could accrue this much money was a testament to their abilities’ he thought. If they could gather this much together even with such a small operation, they could potentially reach unseen heights if they successfully expanded.*
Sosa tried to keep his composure, though he visibly impressed by Fury’s efforts to sway him.
“Haha, well well, you’ve piqued my interest. But what have I done to deserve such an amount of money.”
“It’s not what you’ve done, Mr. Sosa, it’s what you’ll do for us.”
“Ha, is that right? Well then, what is it you want from me?”
“Well for starters, I would like “this much” to be imported to us over the course of the next two weeks so that we may begin our expansion.”
Fury grabbed a pen and a piece of paper that he had prepared for himself ahead of time. On it, he jotted down a few numbers on the orders that he wished to place. Afterwards, he slid it across the table to Sosa. Sosa looked over the paper for a few seconds before turning his attention back to Fury.
“T-this, is this really how much you want?”
“It is.”
“Well even with this much, there’s a surplus of money left over. What will you do with the remaining portion?”
“Oh, it’s all for you, Mr. Sosa. Nike and I have decided that this is the least we can do to show our good faith in you. We simply look forward to a prospering business relationship with you, and on that note, we plan to buy at least that much from you every month.”
“!!”
Mr. Sosa was surprised at Fury’s claim. Not only was he purchasing an amazing surplus of product, but he wanted to do so repeatedly through the foreseeable future of their business.
“Well then, if that’s the case, I’ll abide by your decision.”
“We appreciate it; however I must say, we would appreciate it even more if you could lower your prices for us in the near future. After all, if we’re successful in our endeavors, we’ll be the catalyst that expands your business into the surrounding states within the coming years. When that time comes, please remember what we did for you here today.”
*Hmph, so this money comes with strings attached. Nevertheless, he drives a hard bargain – there’s no perceivable reason for me to decline his offer.*
Sosa briefly thought to himself before standing up and approaching Fury.
“Very well, we have an accord.”
He extended his hand to shake both Fury’s and Nike’s.
“Ah, we look forward to working with you.”
“Much obliged, Sosa.”
However, at the exact moment that Nike spoke, he received an incoming transmission from M’sondaa who was still on guard outside.
“They’re here.”
M’sondaa spoke curtly, informing Nike of their present situation; the Mafia had arrived, right on cue.
“Ah, it seems we have some un-welcomed guests down by the bay. It appears to be the Mafia, and my cohort informs me that they’ve arrived en masse. I’m not sure how, but it appears that they may have gotten wind of our meeting somehow.”
“WHAT?! The Mafia? What purpose could they possibly have to come here.”
“Ha, I’ll be sure to ask them.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m going down there to intercept them. Sosa, you previously questioned whether we had enough power to protect ourselves in this aggressive expansion – this is the perfect chance for me to prove it to you, by example.”
Nike said so, with an unsettling smile furled across his face.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure that none of you get hurt. You’re our important clients, after all. I’ll go down to preempt them; Fury, you stay with Sosa. Follow after me slowly, I’ll clear the way for you to come down. Keep contact with me through the receivers.”
“G-got it.”
Although Fury demonstrated his wit and confidence during their meeting, taking part in a vicious battle was not part of his repertoire; he quickly reverted to his ordinary self, and proceeded to pack away the Cartel’s money in multiple burlap sacks while Nike activated his Quirk and ran outside at top-speed. Due to the influence of the Speed Force, Nike would swiftly exit the building and enter the fray to confront and finally eliminate his enemies in the Mafia.
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Nike rushed full force outside of the building to confront the Mafia’s men. Located outside of the un-finished building were a series of presumably empty cargo containers on one side, along with an empty cafeteria/dining area for the construction workers to eat on the opposite side. M’sondaa appeared to be dealing with a group of men over by the cafeteria, while Alien dealt with the men over by the containers. As for the Cartel’s soldiers, they appeared to be scattered throughout the entire place, completely disorganized. Despite the fact that they carried powerful machine guns, they didn’t appear to be well trained. However this didn’t come as a surprise to Nike – after all, they weren’t expecting any interference, nor were they equipped to handle the Mafia’s superior numbers. Nike thus determined that they would be eliminated by the Mafia’s superior forces if left to their own devices, and took it upon himself to get the situation under control.
“OI!! Get yourselves together! What does Sosa pay you for?!”
Nike barked.
“Half of you, advance towards Alien by the containers, while the other half advances towards M’sondaa at the cafeteria. You can at least lay down some cover fire, can’t you? Just follow their lead!!”
The Cartel soldiers briefly turned to face Nike as he ordered them around; however, as one might expect, they questioned to themselves why they should ever follow the orders of an outsider like him. Although following his instructions would give them the greatest chance for survival, their egos got in the way.
*Tsk, morons.*
Without wasting another second, Nike rushed out to deal with the Mafia goons who had advanced towards the middle of the bay area. He figured that his concern was lost on the Cartel soldiers and that the best way to protect them was to eliminate the Mafia before they could target anymore men. While approaching the nearest enemy, Nike thrust his right hand forward and drove it into the man’s chest. The impact of Nike’s punch sent the man flying several meters away, surprising the surrounding onlookers. Nike’s Speed Force Quirk had the supplementary effect of boosting his speed, as well as augmenting his strength to acclimate to the increased levels of stress that his Quirk placed on his body.
Although that punch was enough to break a few ribs, it wasn’t enough to kill that one man. Though he visibly ached, the man struggled to climb back to his feet and face off against Nike.
*Heh, wrong move buddy boy.*
Just as the man stood back up, Nike rushed back over to him and activated his “Rend” technique. This ability allowed him to vibrate his molecules so swiftly that he could phase into sever all forms of matter on physical contact. Nike extended all of his fingers so that they were joint and pointing out, allowing him to use his hands as knives. As he approached the appropriate range, Nike proceeded to swing his arms out across his body in order to slash through his enemy’s body, like a knife through hot butter. It was a vicious attack, which left behind nothing except piles of mangled flesh. Nike proceeded to swiftly attack all of the surrounding Mafia goons with this same attack. His speed made it harder for his enemies to accurately attack or shoot at him – if they wanted any chance at injuring him, they would have to approach close range, at which point Nike would very literally tear them apart.
Nike mowed down his enemies without rest, eliminating one enemy after another until the area around him began to stink of blood and guts. Nike left an impressive mess in his wake, painting the pavement in a vibrant scarlet color that was worthy of a modern arts show.
As he killed off his eleventh enemy, Nike began to instill visible fear in the Mafia goons, while the on-looking Cartel soldiers finally found it in themselves to obey his orders out due to his overwhelming battle prowess. The men figured that if they followed him, there may be a chance of survival after all. Although Nike’s main purpose in attacking was to clear people away from the building entrance and cut a path for Fury and Sosa to escape, it was advantageous for him to have finally won over the Cartel.
“Finally wanna listen, huh?! Get to your positions, just as I instructed!”
Nike shouted orders to the men while fighting on his own to whittle down the Mafia’s superior numbers. He swiftly moved across the battlefield, attacking the goons and phasing himself into intangibility when he sensed trouble. However, despite his success thus far, he had yet to encounter the one man he’d been waiting for all night.
“Haha, Don Bartolo!! SHOW YOURSELF! I know you’re out there, watching from somewhere!”
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Last Edit: Aug 8, 2018 15:43:26 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Alien could see that his partner held great insight, he was the only member in the Fang Organization Alien enjoyed. Probably because the man showed a level of intelligence Alien had yet to see in the other worms that crawled upon this planet's surface. He laughed to show his amazement at his complete diagnostics and analysis of the situation. “Men like you are the hardest to trust. Smart and cunning, you remind me of a snake. You are definitely leagues above the other insects on this earth. I commend you for the valuable information, If the enemy was a smart as you...we might be in trouble. Lets hope they are fools.” It’s odd for Alien to grace another being with his complements.
Although his demeanor would return to its natural stern character. “Although I doubt they can even comprehend the meaning of tactics. Our leagues of strength is far beyond the level of the common ant. We will squash them and continue on living as we always have.” Alien was a cruel individual, but his words carried emotion… hate. He was not blinded by his animosity, he still had a clear grasp on exactly what he wanted to do, although he had a strong curiosity what this harbor was for and what was in the containers.
Hearing the plan he made his way to the containers, he picked this area because in his days in the military. The government often placed containers in abandoned shipyards incognito. He was very familiar with the allies that they used to hide cargo from the public eye and this definitely looked like the shady business the american government would be involved in. The sound of his team came through C-1 notifying him the enemy was here. Thus he sprouted three tentacles. This should serve as enough to deal with his foes.
He could sense his surrounding area and C-1 would allow for him to move through the shadows of the harbor in silence and complete stealth. Still in search of any container that would hold some for of resemblance to shady government activity he progressed forward all while preparing to remove the threat that was the enemy. A trifecta of blades ejected from his suit holding one in each hand and his mouth. He dissapeared in the shadows as he stalked the growing number of sheep. He was a wolf, the omega and the alpha and he couldn't wait for the right moment to strike as the flooded into the area. He could feel each one of them moving in different directions, they were spreading out in order to cover more ground. It was a foolish thing to do, but he took this as a blessing.
With the timing being perfect with a silence bearing over the night his massecar began. A single tentacle piercing through the shadows grabbing one man by the leg, his scream herd for only a second before there was complete silence. Alien moved positions as he lured the group around like pawns. Repulsing one of his bladed out of his hand it would penetrate another man's neck pinning him to the container, he would die instantly without a sound. Alien leaving his body there in the hopes of another idiot finding it. It worked just as planned. The man examined the body and attempted to call his boss, but as he did alien would cleave the man's head off with ease.
This was a continuous slaughter and one that he enjoyed.
M'sondaa grinned manically as he danced about executing The Reaper's Requiem. A fitting name passed down by his ancestors for this brand of martial arts. The mobsters who'd been his opponents were blindsided. His movement unorthodox, his power unnatural and his violence pure. At least such had been the case for the first ten enemies who'd wandered into his domain. However, as with all cowards weapons joined the fray. A gunshot ring would be succeeded by the high pitched crash of glass from a liquor cabinet. This scenes repeated and their shots rang across the docks as gangsters moved into the offensive. Raining down their fury with utter disregard for their assailant. However, the seasoned Duma had set about a magnetic force field. Its telekinetic powers halting their brutish ingenuity with scientific brilliance. "Metal tends to be magnetic. Now where we're we?" Piecing two and two together several men ceased and tried to warn their compatriots. The indomitable harbinger of Kisooma had maintained his composure as he reversed the polarity of the bullets. Supplementing them with his own electromagnetic power converting mere cartridges into explosives. The beet red hue and roar that followed dulled hid within it the agonizing screams of death and blood soaked splatters as half the cafeteria was blown apart.
Scoffing in disbelief at the magnitude of his attack, The Brim Hat Bandit waved his arm. Inducing great gamma radiation from the embers of fires. Thereafter, he turned to run in the opposite direction. No one was going to enter or leave the place now lest the get poisoned to death. As he dashed forwards he uprooted earthen spikes and tossed them at the nearest assailant. It just wasn’t practical to exercise his full strength over some rubble but taking it easy on them was not an option either. A message needed to be sent to men of such ilk. Blinded and fueled by fear and rage the mobster's locomotive engines were in full gear as M'sondaa came to within striking distance. Duma understood the effects of a mind clouded by emotions and an over confidence when odds were in one's favor. Therefore the African rushed in and baited his opponents into close quarters combat. Unsurprisingly but much to his pleasure the fish took a massive bite. It was at this instance that he abruptly came to a complete stop and turned his body a hundred and eighty degrees to deliver a powerful lunging kick. Landing the hit on a single opponent. Following which he used the man's stomach as platform, swinging his body around and topping off with rocket of a toe kick to the side of the head propelling the man several meters back. No sooner had his body hit ground than did it explode and wiped out a small pocked of enemies. "Carbon is a good conductor...." The momentum was on his side so the architect of chaos continued to confront the next man in a fist fight. "Say, guess how much carbon a human possess" he goaded as he mowed his way across the grounds.
Post by Pretty Flacko on Aug 14, 2018 20:24:51 GMT
While Nike defended the buildings entrance, Alien and M’sondaa protected both flanks. Despite being vastly outnumbered, the trio held an advantage over the Mafia’s goons in that they were unprepared to deal with a troupe of powerful Quirk users. This allowed Nike and his friends to slowly press their offensive, and eventually snuff the flames of their resistance. Once a majority of the area was cleared out, Nike contacted Fury who was still inside the building:
“Things are clearing up, so head out with Sosa. His soldiers will protect him, while Alien, M’sondaa and I will spearhead the group and carve a path out of here.”
“That sounds kind of … dicey. Are you sure we’re clear to exit?”
“We can take our time and wait for the boys if you’d prefer – otherwise, you need to move now.”
“Yeah, point taken.”
Fury then proceeded to guide Sosa and his men out of the building as instructed. Amidst all of the chaos and carnage, the group carefully gathered behind Nike as he formed the solitary wall that would protect them. As they assembled, Nike would advance forward and lead the men to re-converge with Alien and M’sondaa’s groups along the way. It was nearly time for them to withdraw, and Nike felt that it would be most effective for Fang to function as the Vanguard that would lead their escape. With their combined strength, they could force their way through the lot while eliminating the rest of their opposition. Things were moving smoothly until –
“YOU BRATS, AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE, I HAVE YOU RIGHT WHERE I WANT YOU!!”
Don Bartolo Runorata revealed himself hiding behind a parked car from among the remaining stragglers. His rage was apparent, as he screamed while toting an oversized Rocket Launcher that was aimed directly for the center of Nike’s group. The Mafia may have faltered up until this point, but the Don was right – this was the perfect opportunity for him to turn the tides of their battle. Now that they were clustered together, Nike’s group made for an incredibly vulnerable target.
Although he was caught off guard, Nike didn’t falter. This was also the moment that he’d been waiting for – the moment where he could finally take care of the Don and eliminate the Mafia. Undaunted, he dashed forward while staring down the barrel of the launcher. He proceeded to drive his right arm forward and release a blast of wind from the turbines on his right gauntlet. “Pile Tornado” – it was a technique that allowed him to accurately strike targets from a distance.
Due to his enhanced speed and Mutant physiology, Nike was able to steal the initiative from Don Bartolo. The tornado impacted him before he could launch the rocket; it struck with enough force to disarm him, send him and his subordinates flying, and knock his car over on its side. Taking advantage of that moment, Nike would close the distance between them and thrust his left hand through the fallen man’s chest. By vibrating his molecules and phasing himself inside the Don’s body, Nike was able to deal severe physical damage. He stood over the man and watched the life drain from his body and he gasped for breath as while blood accumulated in his lungs.
This moment marked the end of Don Bartolo Runorata and his Organization. Nike finished his business by stabbing and eliminating the man’s few remaining subordinates. With their leader gone, the men had lost the willpower to fight back, and easily succumb to their grim fate.
“Ha, well that takes care of that. We’re finished here, boys. Now let’s bounce before the boys arrive. Alien, lead the way.”
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Last Edit: Aug 14, 2018 20:28:13 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Alien continued his mascara through the maze of containers, his mind completely went black in his slaughter, he forgot about searching for classified military containers. He seemed to be having a blast, many shots were fired, yet his prey had poor aim, not a single bullet grazed him. Some of them shot eachother out of fear, making aliens job a hell of a lot easier. He cleaned up with haste until the final scream would be silenced. Exiting the container yard he could see his team had already completed their own job. He could see how this request would have been complicated, it required individuals who were able to fight multiple armed opponents at once. Guns were still dangerous in this world, so high risk high reward one could say.
Alien laughed as he rendezvoused on his collaborators position. “The job is done, I wish you would have questioned the head boss though, might have had some valuable information for ourselves and the Fang.” He shrugged showing he had little care about the situation but still proud all of them did the job unscathed and with pure excellence. A smile was enough to show that Alien was taking a liking to his new found group.
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Last Edit: Aug 17, 2018 20:54:24 GMT by Pretty Flacko
Lost in the annals of history had been the the legends of Kisooma which often spoke of The Man Beast. A fearsome warrior who combined tact, to unnatural feral movements and produced violence in its most purest form. Those of his kinship would refine his methods throughout generation. However, none had proven worthy to reciprocate his talent and amongst many none ever could. Yet, as M'sondaa slithered immaculately from victim to the next, the validity of such a claim was brought into question. The African's psyche had delved deeper into unified accord with his body. To such a state whereby nothing had mattered. Instead, he was in a frenzied state. Plunging his extremity's into the sea of black littered before him and mincing them into mush. Had it not been for the timely interruption from his compatriots, Duma would've lay waste to the very section of the port.
Quelling his blood thirst, M'sondaa had broken the neck of his final victim and tossed him aside by clasping the edges of his hair. Wiping away his blood soaked face in such a manner its smeared across his eyes and contrasted his pupils, The Brim Hat Bandit commenced to speak. "This wasn't so bad for a day's work."Yet, the in-urgency of the words wasn't taken to by neither Alien nor Nike. "Hahaha. Alright then. We've done this about thirty seconds earlier than my estimation. Either way it'll take the authorities two minutes to arrive here." Extending his arms Duma would create an electromagnetic field forty meters wide and supplement it with air. "Hang on tight, I'll transport us to one of my safe-houses nearby" The declaration came hot in the heels of M'sondaa levitating and beaming away, across the vast New York peninsula at light speed.
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